#magpiemorality

[nonbinary-octopus]

rereading once again. so cute.

On the fifth day of Christmas

Logan, Virgil, Patton & Roman, Human!Poly!AU, 5+1 proposals

FIVE GOLD RINGS

5.

Logan’s first attempt at proposing to his boyfriends was planned months in advance. He had never really been the one to instigate any part of their relationship, and he wanted this situation to be different. He planned and plotted and planned some more until he had a rock-solid idea that couldn’t possibly be faulted; they would go to Disneyworld in December and after the fireworks show in the privacy of their hotel he would propose. He had the rings ready to go, sized perfectly, and the other three were crazy excited for their vacation- what could go wrong?

Well- he thought to himself as he sat drenched in the courtyard with a foil blanket and the staff buzzed around frantically- apparently a lot of things could. Including, but not limited to; Patton getting food poisoning and having to head home early, Roman locking himself in the bathroom and setting Virgil off in a panic attack, the room above theirs flooding through the ceiling, Patton being forced to vomit into a bin and nearly making Logan throw up from the smell, and the fire alarm going off shortly afterwards.

Somehow, after the whole debacle was sorted and they were collapsing gratefully into their new room to get some well-deserved sleep, it didn’t quite seem like the right moment to go ahead with the proposal, and Logan tabled the idea for a better time.

4.

Logan’s second attempt was even more thoroughly planned. He’d rented out a boat for Patton’s birthday and double and triple checked that the caterer was top notch and the plumbing was all up to snuff (the boat company had been a bit surprised by that query but they’d provided the MOT happily enough).

They piled on with their cases, oohing and aahing and complimenting his choice. Logan smiled to himself, already pleased but imagining the reaction to the lavish dinner and proposal to follow that evening. It was bound to be even better than his previous idea could have been- it was far more private on the boat and the stars were out in full force. No one to bother and no one to be bothered by. What could go wrong?

He was going to stop asking himself that question, he decided, shortly after Roman had been retrieved from the water after he’d tripped on a rope and toppled in, perhaps one glass of champagne too far in. Patton was still calming down and Virgil had taken up residence by Roman, towelling him dry and warm and glaring at anyone who tried to come and take over the job from him. Logan ended up having to do far too much paperwork over the next week to waiver any legal repercussions, because Roman hadn’t even been wearing a life vest and had knowingly gone over his limit (even if he was grumbling about the lack of good lighting to anyone who would ask).

Logan just about resisted the urge to swear, and the rings went back into hiding.

3.

Logan’s third plan was simple. He just could not find it in himself to put all that effort into an elaborate plan again when the previous two had gone so badly. And he refused to tempt fate by believing what he’d come up with was foolproof. They had a date night to see Roman in a show that provided the right atmosphere, and on the way back Logan was confident (cautiously) that when they got in it would finally be time to see the looks on their faces when he pulled the rings out. He hadn’t even dared hope nothing would go wrong, but the mugger still showed up out of nowhere to grab Patton’s bag and end up being chased by Roman and then the police were called and Virgil had to be taken home to calm down about the whole thing by Patton who also had to calm down but mostly because he was going red in the face as he puffed up and ranted threats at the poor arrested mugger, swinging his newly retrieved bag wildly.

So, that was a bust.

2.

Did the fourth time even count as a plan? He wasn’t sure. A few weeks later, he was in the living room with Virgil cradled in his lap, Roman by their tangled feet singing along to Moana, Patton humming from the kitchen. When they were called in to eat he decided on a whim that now was the right moment, and headed upstairs to grab the rings.

That was when the smoke alarm went off.

Logan just sighed and put the rings back before hurrying downstairs to help.

It was his last attempt before he just sent them a text in the group chat or something. Their anniversary apparently merited a small party with some of their closest friends, and Patton had laid out a magnificent dinner spread for them all. The night was civilised- not too much alcohol; no falling over or muggers or disasters of any kind. Logan was actually a little suspicious, because hey- he had reason to be okay?

They toasted their relationship and Logan slipped away to get the rings at last as Patton and Virgil swayed together to some soft music in the living room, noses rubbing together fondly. He watched with a soft smile as he walked up the stairs, catching Roman’s eye and blinding grin on the other side of the room and-

-Well he couldn’t exactly blame Roman for him missing his footing and tumbling heavily down the stairs now, could he, but a small part of him really wanted to, if only to avoid the many embarrassing jokes that followed (“can’t believe you actually fell for us, Specs!”).

And when he was told he had to take the next few days off work to let the tiny (really, it was barely more than a sprain) fracture in his ankle heal up, he had plenty of time to consider that maybe the universe was sending him some kind of sign, and that it was time to give up and wait for someone else to inevitably pop the question first.

+1.

Almost six months after his first proposal attempt the previous Christmas, Logan was coming home late from work. It was nearly the end of term and his lectures were both ramping up and also winding down, students trying to cram as much in before they had to start studying for their finals and him trying to keep up and help them actually take it all in. It was exhausting and all he wanted was to sit down on the couch and have a good cuddle with his boyfriends.

When he got home, however, the house was uncharacteristically dark. There was a light on in the kitchen and a note on the table that directed him to the back garden, that he followed after a moment of trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

When Logan stepped outside it was simultaneously a dream and a nightmare. Because the whole garden was decked out like a fairytale; lights everywhere and his three gorgeous boyfriends dressed up and waiting for him with matching smiles. And his heart sank because he knew what this was, and like he’d predicted- someone else had got there first.

Patton’s smile faltered first and he glanced at the other two hesitantly. “Um, Logan? Are you okay?” Logan shook himself and forced himself to relax, pasting on a smile. “Honey, before you say anything, just let us explain, okay?”

“We had a talk, Lo, and we realised that there was a bit of a pattern, and um,”

“And I found the hidden boxes!” Patton interrupted Roman, bouncing on his feet. “So we figured you were trying to-”

“To ask us the big question and we couldn’t figure out why it was taking you so long but then-”

“But then,” Virgil took over from Roman, quelling him with a look. “We realised you kept organising these beautiful moments that kept going wrong. And we figured out pretty quick that you might be a bit… frustrated with that.” He stepped forwards to take Logan’s hands, guiding him out into the garden proper. “So we thought, why not help you out? We’re a team, after all, right?”

Logan was stunned, and still slightly confused, but he softened at Virgil’s hopeful expression and nodded for them to continue. Patton moved closer, hugging his arm and resting his cheek on Logan’s shoulder with a happy hum. “So we thought we’d organise this one for you, sugar pie, and here we are!”

Roman held out a handful of familiar black boxes, clearing his throat until Virgil and Patton moved back to their places spread out in front of Logan. He took the rings with shaking fingers, clearing his throat, turning first to Roman and sinking down to one knee.

And suddenly it was real. Everyone’s breath caught and Logan deftly opened the right box, holding the shining band up proudly. He would never quite be able to remember what he’d come up with on the spot, but Roman’s radiant smile and barely restrained ‘yes’ would be forever seared into his memory, along with the kiss he’d received after he’d slid the ring onto his first fiance.

When he turned to Virgil and took a knee again he heard sniffles coming from- honestly probably all of them. Virgil barely let him get a word out before interrupting with a soft, trembling ‘yes’ and pulling Logan up to rest their foreheads together as they other man slipped his ring on. He stepped back into Roman’s arms as they watched the final perfect proposal.

Patton was beautiful in the twinkling lights. It was hardly fair, because Logan didn’t have much air to begin with, but now he was dry-mouthed and gasping. They’d been together first out of all them and their history was perfect and complicated and stretched back too many years to count now. When he looked at Patton he didn’t know how he could fit that into words. Patton looked back as if he understood completely, and he probably did.

“Patton, I love you. Will you marry me?” It was as good as he could manage, soft and slightly choked, and Patton just smiled before holding his finger out and promptly bursting into tears when the ring was settled into place.

It was perfect. They were perfect. And Logan was left wondering why he’d thought he could ever do this without them. Virgil was right; they were a team. And what a team.

12 Days of Sides-mas Masterpost

[singt0me]

tagged by the lovely @hartigays & @agentearthling for the wip thingy 💗

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

(disclaimer: half of these are only outlines)

Cat king fic

Charles/edwin dream/nightmare au

do i want to write a whole fic of hobb & morpheus through the 500+ years they’ve known each other JUST to write 1 scene with edwin?? more likely than you think

“””exit cis””” au

hm

reaper edwin au

i tag @grasslandgirl @persnickett @magpiemorality @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @nix-nihili 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: MagpieMorality - Not The Desired

URL: https://ift.tt/bendl8D Monty, snatched by quick claws and quicker lips from the clutches of Despair, has woken up alone. The Cat King is gone, missing, his deal with Monty unfulfilled, and not a single clue is left behind to indicate where he might be. Not one that Monty can see, anyway, but he's just a guy who was a crow. He needs to find the Cat King so he can finally get what he truly wants, and he needs help. He needs... professionals. He needs the Dead Boy Detectives. Charles, Edwin and Crystal return to Port Townsend to help. (Words: 10,501; WIP) | Part 2 of skin & bones !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:dead.boy.detectives.(tv), ::rating:mature, ~author:magpiemorality, character:monty.(dead.boy.detectives), character:edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne, character:charles.rowland.(dcu), character:the.cat.king.|.thomas, character:crystal.palace.(dcu), character:tragic.mick.(dead.boy.detectives), character:niko.sasaki, character:desire.of.the.endless, relationship:the.cat.king.|.thomas/monty, relationship:monty/edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne, relationship:edwin.paine.|.edwin.payne/charles.rowland, relationship:crystal.palace/charles.rowland.(dcu), ::category:f/m, .gen, .m/m, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:post-canon, ~ao3:canon.compliant, ~ao3:implied/referenced.character.death, ~ao3:implied/referenced.abuse, ~ao3:implied/referenced.torture, ~ao3:implied.sexual.content, ~ao3:implied/referenced.suicidal.thoughts.&.behaviours, ~ao3:heed.the.tags, ~ao3:sequel, ~ao3:rescue.missions, ~ao3:case.fic, ~ao3:shapeshifting, ~ao3:magic, ~ao3:magical.kidnapping, ~ao3:the.endless.are.fucked.up, ~ao3:fae.deals, ~ao3:magic.deals, ~ao3:bindin

[twofacedbelief]

Ooh ooh the final one, needing a date to an event, but the character asks two or even three crushes/squishes because they think no one will say yes but they all turn up and shenanigans and confessions!!!

Virgil loves his parents, he really do, but he could do without their monthly game nights. Especially as the next one has crept closer and closer, they've not very subtly inquired if he has any "special someone" to invite.

The game nights are like. A whole thing. His parents invite their group of friends, which is like... 85% couples. There's food and wine and music the adults listened to when they were his age. Virgil has always been allowed to join in, and once he entered high school he started inviting his then best friend to join.

Of course, his parents banned Logan from game night after The Incident. The aftermath of that night got Virgil to try his chances with getting a bigger social circle, which somehow led to his current dilemma.

It's not that Virgil doesn't wish he had a "special someone". It's that he's head over heels for two of his friends; Janus and Remy. The two are basically the nonbinary royalty of the school, and Virgil has no idea if either of them would want to come to something as "lame" as a game night hosted by his parents.

On the other hand, the game night would be much more tolerable if he had one of them there. Especially since if he doesn't invite anyone, his parents won't be the only ones asking about any significant other/s. Virgil has known most of his parents' friend group since he was in diapers; they're really more like a bunch of aunts and uncles and entles.

Virgil end up texting Janus and Remy at 1am the day before - well, technically the day of - the game night. Asking if they wanna come and maybe pretend to be his datemate if anyone asks.

He then promptly throws his phone away from him and watch youtube videos until he falls asleep. Which means that when Virgil wakes up at noon, his phone is lost in his bed and forgotten as he has to eat, shower, all that.

The doorbell rings a quarter to 3. Virgil gets sent to open the door as his parents are working on setting everything up in the kitchen and living room.

He seriously consider closing the door again as he open it to reveal both Janus and Remy. Janus is wearing a yellow summer dress with a brown bee-themed leather jacket, and Remy is wearing a sheer white shirt over a cute bralette, and a high-waisted maxi skirt with slits along the sides. Virgil has seen them in similar outfits before, but the circumstance makes it completely different.

Somehow, Virgil manages to greet them and invite them inside. His parents peek out from the living room to see who the first arrivals are.

"Oh!" his mother says, quickly doing some mental math as she connects the dots of asking Virgil about a special someone, the two teenagers, and her son's red cheeks.

Virgil can really only look on as Janus immediately charms his parents, while Remy smiles and nods in all the right places. It's gonna be a long day.

But there's still about 10 minutes before anyone else is expected to come, and Virgil's parents have a few things more to do so the three of them end up retreating to the backyard.

...specifically the tree house that Virgil helped his parents build back when he was 8. It's not really meant for three high schoolers, but it's roomy enough that they can still stretch out to some degree.

Virgil sits by the opening so that his parents will be able to see where they are. Janus and Remy have both opted to sit against the opposite wall, likely in an attempt to not crowd him.

"So..." Remy drawls, a smile on their lips. If they had Starbucks, this would be when they took a sip. Janus rolls their eyes fondly, a small smile on their lips.

Virgil almost gets distracted wondering if Janus is wearing strawberry chapstick. Or lip gloss. He's not sure if lip gloss can be flavoured, though he knows chapstick can be tinted.

"Did you look at your phone after you texted us?" Janus asks, being the only one of them to always have a functioning braincell.

"No," Virgil admits, and automatically check his jeans for his phone. Of course, the only thing in his pockets is a hair tie.

Remy pouts at the admission, but it's so quick that Virgil almost thinks he imagined it. He's definitely missing something, and his phone holds the answers. Would it be ridiculous if he ran in to get it?

...yes, it would. Especially as he has Janus and Remy in front of him.

"Do you know about polyamory, Virgil?" Janus asks.

"It's 2020," Virgil deadpans, because it's kind of hard to not know about polyamory when you have a tumblr and AO3 account. It's the best solution to all those stupid love triangles in media.

Actually, he's pretty sure he has rambled about Bella/Jacob/Edward to both Janus and Remy after the twilight renaissance started.

"Yeah, fair." Janus answers with a beautiful little laugh.

"What Jan is trying to ask is if you're polyam, babes." Remy chimes in. They call everyone babes, but it has never stopped Virgil from getting flustered.

"Uh, I think so."

"Us too!" Remy claps their hands together and their smile widen.

"I thought we agreed to not rush," Janus jokingly scolds. Virgil feels the confusion settle in. Was this taking the direction he thought it was taking?

"Yeah but what if we get interrupted?" Remy counters. It's a fair concern, as Virgil can see that people has started to arrive if he angles his head to look through the living room windows.

"As I was saying," Janus continues, as if the conversation hadn't derailed at all. "Remy and I talked after we realised that you texted both of us, and we came to a very interesting conclusion."

Virgil can't help but wonder if Janus is torturing him on purpose.

"Yeah?"

"See, we thought if you're open to both of us pretending to be your-"

"Ugh, you're taking forever!" Remy interrupts. "Virge, babes. I'm gay, Jan is gay, do you want to be gay together with us?"

"Remy, that's not clear at all!" Janus complains. "Virgil, we're wondering if you want to be in a real polyamorous relationship with us."

Virgil.exe has stopped working.

Okay, not really, but almost. For a full minute, all he manages to do is stare at them. If he trusted them less - or were more paranoid - he would be looking around for a hidden camera.

"Like... for real for real?" he asks, eyes wide.

"Only if you want to," Remy reassures. "I'll def fight Jan for you if you don't want to immediately jump into dating two people."

Virgil is pretty sure that he hears Janus say "as if I'd let you win" under their breath.

"Yes!" Virgil exclaims. "I mean, yes, I want to date both of you."

"Cool beans." Remy answers. Virgil and Janus stare at them.

"I'm breaking up with you." Janus deadpans and Remy dramatically clasp their chest at the act of betrayal.

Only seconds later, the three of them are a giggling mess.

"I can't believe-" Virgil gets out in between giggles. "-that you said 'cool beans'!"

They're still giggling when someone comes to get them.

[omgsomeonesomewhereonearth]

Hi, I made some fluffy deintruality fanart for @magpiemorality!!

I hope you like it! I wanted to draw something for you because I think you're a great writer and a really really good friend, and person and you have excellent taste in ships and quite frankly you deserve all good things 💕💕💕

[snowdice]

hey hey, just resurfacing to ask if I can be taken off the taglist? I'm just not on here anymore these days and when I am sanders sides is not for me :( Looks like you're doing loads of amazing writing though, enjoy it!!

Sure, I’ll take you off. Have fun with whatever else you are up to!

[noyin]

oof not bad for a second try but I’m sad I can’t draw them as pretty as they actually are

@magpiemorality

[ironwoman359]

Never thought I'd be feeling old at 25 but here we are. I brought new juice supplies for all the kiddos~

so many delightful fruits

[teacupfulofstarshine]

I wondered why I was only seeing posts from you on my dash (excellent quality content as always my thanks :D) only to realise very belatedly that I was scrolling your blog somehow 😅 tumblr mobile strikes again, 10/10 would accidentally spend half an hour doing the same again 👌

AKSJF ;LKASDJ;LKJS A;LDFJK;L that’s so sweet, honey!!! that makes me smile, thank you so much ;w;

[deadanddeactivated]

Ooh I saw a prompt list reblog! How about "Get over here you doof" with your softest ship??

Spatula Wizard

Ship: Remus/PattonCharacters: Patton, RemusNotes: So I swear I didn’t mean to make this so angst but then I guess I just felt the need to project on Patton today and now we’re here.

Real soft ending though.  And I picked intruality for the side because I honestly pondered ‘softest ship’ for a while and it just had to be these two.

AO3

--

It’s been, a long day.  Patton’s not even sure why.  Things have been piling up so long that doesn’t even know what finally tipped the pot.  It’s been a long day.  As much as he’s been trying to fight it, he just feels… horrible, really.  Nothing seems to help.  Not a good song, or funny videos, or a smart joke.  Patton just… can’t seem to find enjoyment in those.  He’s not sure how he ever did.  And he knows it’s only temporary, that when this mood passes he’ll find those things just as enjoyable as he used to.  But he just doesn’t understand how, or why, or when and trying to figure it out is exhausting.  He barely even got out of bed this morning.  This afternoon.

Baking is his last ditch effort.  Patton knows he loves baking, loves putting the ingredients together and watching them transform.  Loves watching people enjoy his cakes and slices and pies.  But as he mixes the dough of Remus’ favourite Over Filled Cupcakes, Patton thinks his mood is just getting worse.

Does Remus even like these cupcakes?  They’re something Patton came up with one chaotic afternoon, putting too much in one cupcake before Remus seemed to like so many things.  It had been fun, and Remus had been thrilled.  But what if he was just being nice?  What if he actually hated them? 

Or what if he liked the first batch but he hates all the others?  Patton wasn’t very sure on how much he put of everything so he’s always left that part of the recipe vague.  What if his ratios are off this time? 

Patton’s pretty sure he’s over stirring the batch, if nothing else.  That’s definitely going to ruin them.  But Patton doesn’t have the energy to stop stirring.

The apartment door opens and Patton knows he’d usually greet Remus first but he can’t seem to find his voice.

“I’ve been freed from the shackles of capitalism!”  Remus calls as he shouts the door.  It’s funny, Patton thinks but doesn’t feel.  He hums a greeting and keeps stirring.

“Patton?”  Remus calls again, the sound of his shoes hitting the floor is loud.

“Kitchen.”  Patton manages to mumble, though it’s hardly loud enough.  Even so, Remus shuffles his way over.

“There’s my favourite living person.”  Remus smiles, pressing a messy kiss to Patton’s cheek.

“Hm.”  Patton hums a reply.  He’s stopped stirring, he realizes.  Next he’s meant to spoon the batch into the tray.  With Remus standing right there, Patton knows he can’t delay.  He still just… can’t manage to reach out for the tray.

“Aw, babe, are you making cupcakes?”  Remus comments.  He moves the tray closer and Patton supposes he should start spooning the mixture in.  That usually requires a spoon or two, but hopefully the spatula alone will work.  Dragging the spatula from the bowl to the cupcake tray, he tries to spoon the mixture in.  It doesn’t… it doesn’t work.

“Oh they’re my favourite too!”  Remus grins.  Patton doesn’t quite hear him, too busy staring at the cupcake tray.  He’s messed up.  The spatula is too big to fill them, and he doesn’t have anything to scrap the batter off.  But if he goes to get a spoon that’ll just be admitting he’s messed up and that he made a mistake.  He’d rather just give up and just stop for a minute or an hour, but he can’t just leave a bowl of unbaked cupcakes and a kitchen full of mess and-

The spatula is not in his hand anymore.  Patton frowns, looking from his now empty hand to Remus who’s holding the spatula like it’s a prize in a game.  

“Aha!”  Remus announces.  “The evil villian has stolen the spatula wizard’s greatest wand!  What will the wizard do to get it back?”

“Remus.”  Patton frowns.  He doesn’t have the energy for this.

“Nuh-uh, I’m not Remus.”  Remus states.  “I’m being controlled by the evil villian.  He used brain sucking tentacles.  There was nothing you could do.”  Patton can’t help the way his lips twitch up, even if it only lasts a moment.

“Remus, come on.”  He tries again. 

“Evil villain.”  Remus corrects.  “Come on Spatula Wizard, you have to get your wand back.  I could blend the whole world with this!”

“It’s a spatula, not a blender.”  Patton points out. 

“Then I will spatula the whole world!”  Remus announces.  “You’ll never take me alive!”  He adds, rushing off into the apartment while still brandishing the spatula. 

“Remus!”  Patton calls after him.  “The batter!”  There’s going to be little crumbs of batter everywhere.  Remus seems to realize he’s concern, skidding to a stop.

“Of course!”  Remus says, and then sticks the entire spoon of the spatula in his mouth.

“Remus.”  Patton says, word broken with a laugh as Remus takes a full minute to eat the batter of the spoon.  

“The magical elixir!”  Remus declares once he’s finally down.  “Now I’m truly invincible!  And it takes like perfection, just like the chef.”  That earns a bit of an eye roll but Patton feels a small smile sticking on his face this time.  “And I’m off!”  Remus says, returning to running through the apartment.  

“Get over here you doof!”  Patton calls, chasing after him.  They have a race through the hall and the living room, Remus ahead right until Patton tackles him.

“Oh no!”  Remus says, dramatically falling back onto the couch.  “You’ve caught me, it’s inconceivable!”  

“That’s what happens when you run in a big circle.”  Patton teases.

“My one weakness, my fondness for circles.”  Remus curses.  “And now the brain sucking is reversing.  Noooooo.”  The prolonged no trails off until Remus plays dead on the couch with a cliches ‘bleh’ noise.  Two seconds later, Remus opens his eyes and perks up again.  “Oh hey babe.”  He says.  “Why have I got your spatula?”  He asks, acting ruined by the amused glee in his eye.  Patton can only laugh.

“Thanks.”  He says, cuddling into Remus’ chest.  He still feels bleh, but he doesn’t feel so empty any more and it’s nice.  

“Love ya.”  Remus says softly, kissing the top of his head.  

Patton will feel the bad mood creepy back later, after they’ve finished the cupcakes together and are watching a movie.  But he’ll squeeze Remus’ hand and his boyfriend will just start talking and Patton will find it’s a bit easier to fight the bad mood off when he has Remus fighting with him.

[sidespart]

Happy birthday you glorious creator of wonderful things both wordy and drawn!!!

Ahhhh Thank you Magpie :D 

[grouptalekindnesssoulstories]

Ooh can I ask for a sequel to Joan babysits the sextuplets?? Maybe someone else has to babysit this time, do they manage any better???

Gladly! Hmmm I know who to bully! 

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“Hey! I’m here to babysit..” The young woman opened the door, smiling nervously. 

“Thank you. I have a list on the table of which of my sons is which. They may try to trick you” Thomas waved, locking the door behind him. The woman turned to the six boys, sighing quietly.

----

I read over the list one more time before turning to the boys. 

“Alright, Here’s what we’re going to do. You get 1 movie. So chose wisely” They traded looks before scattering in different directions. I rubbed my eyes before looking for at least 2 or 3 of them together. I found four of them, but all of the distinguishing features were erased. It was exactly as Thomas had warned.

“What’s your name again?” One of them asked, tongue sticking out one side of his mouth. 

“Delphine. C’mon, I’ll make you something to eat” I surrendered, leading the little group downstairs. The other two appeared, and all piled onto the couch, watching me cook. 

“You need more garlic” One piped up, I turned to him, surprised. 

“I’m...not a huge fan of spices. I apologize, I forgot I’m not just cooking for myself. Wanna give me a hand?” He nodded, running over and grabbing some spices. I let him take over, doing the tasks that required the stove while he did the rest. 

“Alright guys, come eat” I waved the rest of them over. I glanced at what was left after they each got some. I sighed, searching for my bag to get a granola bar. 

“DID YOU HIDE MY BAG?” I yelled. I heard laughter and stomped into the other room. I took a deep breath as each tried to stop laughing. 

“It’s over there” One pointed, blushing quietly. I nodded, finding it where he said it was. I sat on the ground in the living room, making sure the boys were doing ok while I searched for my granola bars. 

“You can have some” Another of the boys had spoken up, offering a plate. I shook my head, smiling. 

“Can we watch Princess and the Frog?” 

“If you agree on it” There was some arguing before they all agreed and piled onto the couch. The one who had pointed me to my bag crawled into my lap, along with one of the others. 

“I’m Virgil, this is Diego” The first introduced the two. I smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. 

--

“Delphine? Boys?” Thomas unlocked the door, looking for anyone. He checked the living room. Dee and Vigil were curled in the babysitter’s lap. Remus and Roman were in a tangle of limbs. He looked for a bit and found his other two sons under a blanket. He smiled fondly, glad to see this babysitter may work out. 

[nonbinary-octopus]

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy!

Aww, thanks!

Okay, five things that make me happy. In no particular order...

Reading! Especially Sanders Sides fics, of late, though I do have several other interests as well.

Embroidery. It's pretty, and a fun stim, and I get a cool physical object out of it in the end. I've done a lot of pillowcases, and when I patch something (for example, the knee of my jeans when it wears out, which is less often now than it was when I was a kid), I like to embroider it.

Sleeping in. Nuff said.

Cooking/baking, and eating the result with people I love. I know how to make several very tasty things, but I enjoy eating them more if I'm not the only one.

Making video games. I haven't done much of that lately, but I like coding games. It's fun, even if it's frustrating sometimes, and I also like that to test your project, you get to play a game.

[shamelesslymkp]

REC: MagpieMorality - the Cat King & the Crow Boy

URL: https://ift.tt/gReZN3z After the Dead Boy Detectives (& living associates) leave Port Townsend, things get a little quiet. And boring. But Port Townsend doesn't have its reputation as a weird mystery town for no reason. Strange things have always happened here, strange things will always happen here, and really in the grand scheme of things, how strange is it for a crow who was a boy who was a crow to show up as a boy again? Not strange at all, really. But fascinating, for any bored, bright eyes to watch and see what happens. When a fledgling is abandoned in a nest, how can a cat resist? (Words: 29,279) | Part 1 of skin & bones !!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:dead.boy.detectives.(tv), ::rating:teen.and.up.audiences, ~author:magpiemorality, character:the.cat.king.|.thomas, character:monty.(dead.boy.detectives), character:tragic.mick.(dead.boy.detectives), relationship:the.cat.king.|.thomas/monty, ::category:m/m, \no.archive.warnings.apply, ~ao3:canon.compliant, ~ao3:post-canon, ~ao3:magic, ~ao3:transformation, ~ao3:fae.deals, ~ao3:the.cat.king.is.a.trickster.fae.and.he.loves.it, ~ao3:background.cat.king/edwin, ~ao3:background.monty/edwin, ~ao3:overdue.library.books, ~ao3:panic.attacks, ~ao3:agoraphobia, ~ao3:implied/referenced.torture, ~ao3:implied/referenced.abuse, ~ao3:canon-typical.references.to.death.and.dying, ~ao3:references.to.depression, ~ao3:references.to.suicidal.thoughts.&.behaviours, ~ao3:monty.is.having.a.hard.time, ~ao3:tragic.mick.deserved.better, ~ao3:witch.curses, ~ao3:magical.realism, ~ao3:slow.burn, ~ao3:learning.to.be.human, ~ao3:mood.swings, ~ao3:mentioned.desire.of.the.endless, ~ao3:mentioned.despair.of.the.endless.-.freeform, ~ao3:implied.sex

[twofacedbelief]

Yellow too

Looking at him, most would expect Remus' favourite colour to be acid green. He wears it proudly in his hair and on his nails, and it accents his otherwise black, brown and grey wardrobe.

They wouldn't be completely wrong - he wouldn't surround himself with the colour if he didn't like it - but it isn't his favourite. It hasn't been since the first time he saw his partner laugh.

It had been only minutes after they first met. Remus had made a joke that most others would have found insensitive or distasteful, and scae had thrown scales head back in laughter, the movement causing scales curls to bounce.

Remus had fallen in love immediately with the mirth in scales golden eyes, the way scales whole form shook with unashamed laughter. Scae looked like a dream dressed in yellow, scales soft features highlighted by the warm light of the sun.

For as long as Dee stayed by his side, Remus' favourite colour would be yellow and his favourite flower would be sunflowers.

[magpiemorality]

Guys I'm super curious which Side vibes do I give off???

Like I know who I think I'm most like but I find what other people think you are is often even more enlightening!

Tell me and I'll tell you in return:D